By Edith Silano
I was on my way to an old church with my mom. The church was in London, where I lived. The church had been changed into a museum because it was from the 1800s — really old. On our way my mom said very loudly, “Do not touch anything!”
We finally got there and I wanted to explore the big place. I walked around till I came across a small door with a sign reading: DO NOT ENTER. So, knowing me, I went in. As I entered the tight room, the door shut behind me. I tried to open it, but it was no use. I knew, since I was in a church, this must be a priest hole. It had a horrendous smell of damp wood and rotten food. It was so dark that I could see nothing, not even a bit of light from underneath the door. The space was so tight I couldn’t imagine more than one person fitting in there.
Hours passed . . . well, at least it felt that way to me. I couldn’t find a way out. I started to think I would be in there forever, with all those horrendous smells. It started to feel like the walls were closing in on me. I dreaded every moment. I knew I would get out, but who knows when? I knew before I came in that it was a bad idea, and I vowed that when I get out, I will never again go in anything this small and tight. I felt so claustrophobic, and I wished more than anything that I’d never gone in in the first place. God help me, I need to get out soon before I pass out from all the smells!
At last I heard a person coming to save me. A man with white hair came in and said, “Did you not see the sign?” I lied and said no, and thanked the man and ran off. Thank God I was free from that tight small hole with smells I never want to smell again!
I found my mom and told her what had happened. She said, “See! What did I tell you?”
I said, “I know, Mom. Sorry.”
She was very mad, but happy I was safe. With that, we went home. I’ll NEVER go into small spaces again.